The Billionaire's Cold And Bitter Betrayal

t a short, jagged laugh that sounded more like a sob. She had almost died today. She had fa

o lift her right arm. A sharp, searing pain shot from her shoulder down to her wrist, forcing a gasp from her dry throat. She gritted her teeth against a wave of dizziness, a lingering ghost of

was

ilence that followed the crash rushed back in a fragmented, chaotic wave. She remembered th

IV bag hanging by the bed. She didn't look

. Her voice was a ruin. Has

d then back to the chart in her hands. She seemed uncomf

Mrs. Horton. From a Gert

one who had ever looked at Anjanette wi

cracked, a spiderweb of fractures distorting the glass, but it flickered to life. She ta

s. All from the insurance co

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nger Survive. Below it was a photo. It wasn't of the crash site. It was a file photo of Adam, looking dashing and severe in

. He was cutting a ribbon whi

ttled deep in her marrow. It started in her chest and spread outward, n

d ripped the IV t

hat! the nurse yelped

her legs over the side of the bed. The

w, fueled by a sudden, icy rage. I have a Grade 2 abrasion and likely a mild concu

nor, by the medical terminology flowing from the woma

ergency room. She was wearing her hospital gown tucked into a pair of oversi

New York drizzle that soaked through the thin fabr

nt to go back to the penthouse. The idea of tha

rough the gloom. Anjanette's breath hitched. She knew that car. It

tic hope flared in her ches

den shame washing over her. She looked like a

t glided past her, smooth and silent, and pu

got out and popped a large black

stepp

looked impeccable. No tie, top button undone, sleeves rolled up to h

o the car interi

didn't step aside. He leaned in a

n. Petite, bl

e Ha

wrapped tightly around his shoulders. She looked small and preci

w Adam's lips brush against Casie's forehead. It was a gesture of such tenderness

. He didn't look right. He certainly didn't look toward the general exit wh

y. It was an automated text from the airline: We apol

omatic doors had already slid s

with her right hand, twisting it over the knuckle. It felt cold, alien. She didn't throw it. Instead, a cold resolv

a puddle and slowed down near

er asked, eyeing h

n she cleared her throat and sai

er eyes, but the image of Adam carrying Cas